Now that I’m back online I have a list longer than my arm of thinks to do. – put in a grocery order – check to see how to renew indy’s passport – update fitbit to use new one – email redeemer patrons – email patreon patrons – prep short story for patreon – update reading list – email ian – email steve – clear out inbox, augh – email harlequin – pay credit card bills – update fb page – email mailing list – email m&m mailing list –…
omg. we have net.
SIX WEEKS to the day, we have broadband back again. I do not EVEN have the heart to explain it all but it involved orders being cancelled and resubmitted and me almost bursting into tears on the phone support lady and managers green-lighting priority work for my account and a two-month credit being issued for the account and MANY QUESTIONS THAT I HAD ANTICIPATED AS PROBLEMS AND ASKED ABOUT VERY CLEARLY AND WAS PROMISED NO NO NO THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN AT ALL being the things that happened and…
Recent Reads: THE GIRL WITH ALL THE GIFTS
I confess that I would not have made it past page ten or so of THE GIRL WITH ALL THE GIFTS had it not been written by a friend of mine. It’s not that it wasn’t well written: it was. It’s that it’s a zombie novel, and I’m not much of a horror fan. (Re: at all.) But I’ve known MR Carey for years now and he’s a wonderful human being, so I was inclined to try working my way past the subject material and going for broke. I’m glad…
“imminent” was overstating things.
I can’t even. The new modem arrived Wednesday. I plugged it in. It didn’t work. I called tech support. After (another) half hour on the phone with them, they concluded I had a faulty modem. A FAULTY MODEM. AFTER ALL OF THIS, A FAULTY MODEM. They sent a new modem over by courier on Thursday I plugged it in. It didn’t work. I did all the rigamarole they’d had me do on the support call the day before. I called tech support. After (another) half hour on the phone with…
internet is imminent.
Well, ‘imminent’ is probably overly hopeful. I’ve finally been able to put an order in for broadband, anyway, and we should have internet by the 14th. Probably. Hopefully. Assuming all goes well. Which I dasn’t do, at this point. :) I am, at the moment, slaving my computer to the phone again, which only seems to work sometimes. Poor Indy has a terrible cold and nobody got much sleep last night. Earlier I tried spelling ’tissue’ and typed ‘tirrue’ and then ‘sittue,’ which cannot be blamed on being at my…